Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Austria and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Cymande to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Fugazi,
The Cure,
Girls At Our Best!,
Trumans Water,
Skriet,
Al Stewart,
Marmalade,
Dave Gahan,
Radio Birdman,
Little Man,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wasted Youth,
Pulsallama,
Slave,
Black Bananas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eli Mardock,
Nirvana,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mars,
Hasil Adkins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Finger,
Lindisfarne,
Davy DMX,
Slick Rick,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Laurel Aitken,
The Remains,
Malaria!,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Spoonie Gee,
Robert Wyatt,
Severed Heads,
World's Most,
June of 44,
Kurtis Blow,
Cal Tjader,
Audionom,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Detroit Cobras,
Heaven 17,
The Fuzztones,
Section 25,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Absolute Body Control,
The Vogues,
Gabor Szabo,
E-Dancer,
Talk Talk,
The Sisters of Mercy,
New Order,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nick Fraelich,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dorothy Ashby,
New Age Steppers,
Althea and Donna,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.